The Letters [Jaime Preciado] [Book 1]

July 6th - Jaime

July 6th, 2011.

Dear Bluebird,

Don’t be sorry, honey! I understand. My schedule is usually packed, and I can barely find time for myself sometimes. Relax. That’s great! You’ll finally get some experience. You have to send me some pictures sometime soon, okay? I wanna’ see your work!

Alright, fine. I won’t listen to them. You’re telling the truth. (If you say so.) My slurring is funnier than my stuttering, but my stuttering is cuter than my slurring. Or so I’ve been told.

Well… I just wanted to say it. I like talking in accents. Russian being my specialty. Look it up on YouTube. Chicks (and dudes, cough Vic cough) dig the Russian accent and me. More me than the accent, though. ;)

Good, because you should trust me!

Wow. He sounds like a great guy. He’s saved your life before? He must be really nice to have saved a life. I’m glad he saved you; otherwise I would’ve never met you and your beautiful self. He probably remembers you, who knows? Sometimes people just stick in the minds of band members. If you don’t want me to hook you two up, I won’t. Just let me know if you change your mind. Maybe you two could really hit off!

Doesn’t everyone love the smell of unicorns? You’re crazy if you don’t!

Tons of love, your crazy Sexican,

Taco.